( He hangs his head. Incidentally, he slams his forehead into the conglomerate of steel in his lap, and spends the next 40 seconds biting back tears. ) ... ... ... N-no, that's fine. Do you... Just want to talk? I, um... I can listen, i-if that's okay.
( Unfortunately, there was no boring her out of this. To her, it was Remmy or nothing tonight. ) Can I help? I can, like, get you tools? Or whatever?